The Deep Sky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Deep Sky



The deep sky
Through the mountains high
Running wild
Never beguiled
To the low to die

O beautiful morning song
So much I long
To be somewhere
Flooding in the air
Of your dreams always young

Blue deep sky
Where my dreams all fly
On a summer day

Blue deep sky
Where just you and I
In the air of freedom play

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